I’m not really obsessed with audio books. But, Jackie Collins’ epics are better than lithium. Listening to the adventures of Lucky Santangelo, the raven haired beauty who never takes “NO” for an answer, always elevates my mood and amplifies my inner voice. After an hour or so of hearing how Lucky built a 10 million dollar casino/ hotel/ movie studio in Vegas, I was ready for roulette.

Later on that same day my Vuitton carry-on was packed and I was waiting patiently for Uber.By 4pm I was on a plane heading to the City of Dreams. AmEx points ensured business class, champagne and an internet connection strong enough to book a modest room at the Delano. Yeah, I preferred a suite with roof access and complimentary massage therapy. But I was feeling Lucky! Plus, what would happen if I let go and let God handle the details?

Catching a cab in a canary trench coat with silver aviators was a cinch. Check in was likewise uneventful. But when I got to my room, inserted the key and walked in, I was greeted by a towel clad 75-ish man with a look of absolute surprise on his face.

“Excuse me, sir. I must have the wrong room,” I snickered, as I backed out into the hall.

“Hmmm…,” I thought to myself. “We are not off to a good start.”

The concierge, a millennial in a tailored navy blazer with oversized gold buttons embossed with the initials, LV, was more than apologetic.

“Do you have any penthouse suites available tonight?,” I asked, blue eyelashes fluttering.

“Madam,” he stammered. “Those suites are significantly more than a double.”

“Yes, 10 times more,” I said, meeting his stare.

He looked to the left and then to the right. Seeing no one, he leaned forward and whispered, “We do have a king executive suite available on the 20th floor. Since you are staying with us through the weekend, we are happy to upgrade your reservation at no additional cost to you.”

I hesitated, for just a beat.

He went on. “I also have a voucher that you can use for a complimentary massage in our 5 star resort spa.”

"Fantabulous!," I exclaimed.

“You know,” he confided as he magnetized my room key, “I’ve only been working here for 3 months. Thankfully, my probationary period ends next week.Would you consider writing a favorable evaluation for me?”

“My pleasure!” I winked. “Get ready for your promotion, darling. When I get finished, your manager will think you walk on sparkling Voss."

“Thank you,” he gushed.

After my 60 minute massage with Elton, I lay in the king sized bed on the 20th floor of the Delano thinking, I need to get out of God’s way more often.

I glanced at the clock. "Who needs sleep?" I said aloud to no one in particular.

30 minutes later, I was dressed in Wolfords, a Herve Leger bandage dress and a tiara. One spritz of Coco Noir and I was out the door.Sans reservation, I glided towards the Harvest (the newest restaurant in the Bellagio)…